Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Just Watching ❯ Chapter 1; Ryuichi x Shuichi ( Chapter 1 )

Just Watching

By: Araki

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.

Summary: Tohma gets a glimpse of Ryuichi's life he didn't know about involving Shuichi and Yuki. Now it's too late to back down, or get out of being part of it.

Warnings: Ongoing Smut

Pairings: Shuichi x Ryuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi x Shuichi, Tohma x Yuki, Tohma x Ryuichi, Yuki x Shuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi, Tohma x Shuichi, Yuki x Tohma x Ryuichi x Shuichi

 

Word Structure Beta: Roxi

 

Grammar Beta: Mayhem's Angel

 

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As the president of a well-known music company, Tohma Seguchi was used to the unusual. The chance of surprise didn't even exist since he'd met Shindou Shuichi. He expected almost anything at this point of his life. From beams falling from the heavens and destroying his cooperation in one blast; to large pandas flying through the air at top speed. Even managers using guns to influence their bands had become rather common, so much that the hospital was on speed-dial. Insanity wasn't even the beginning of it any more.

 

Ryuichi disappearing with Shindou-san was also another common thing that happened. When those two were together, mayhem was always soon to follow. K-san said that it didn't matter much that day. Shuichi wasn't needed for once, and it did keep Ryuichi busy for a couple of hours. However, Tohma needed his singer if they were ever going to get any tracks done at all that day. Noriko wasn't at work either (not that he needed her for what was going on that week). All Nittle Grasper needed were some vocals and solo shots, and like usual, Noriko did hers before going on vacation. And just like usual, Ryuichi kept holding them off because they wouldn't let Kumagorou into the picture. Tohma had also held them off, only because business had him busy.

 

So, obviously he should have been prepared for any shock that may have come when he opened the door to the Nittle Grasper meeting room. Yet, what he found was completely unexpected and shocking; never the type to think something like this could happen; it wasn't on his To Be Ready For list. He had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing anything, but reality was too harsh. Everything was true, and Seguchi Tohma was surprised, scared, and aroused at the same time.

 

On a green couch in the room were the two missing vocalists. Not playing games (in a childish sense), but sprawled out, nearly naked, in a tonsil hockey match. Ryuichi, as dominant as the older man was, had Shuichi pinned under him (not that Shuichi seemed to care in the least bit) and was winning the battle of their tongue war. Ryuichi's fingers brushed across Shuichi's hips, embracing the pale skin with his fingertips, and each time they pinched the sensitive flesh, Shuichi's hips would thrust forward.

 

Tohma swallowed saliva that watered his mouth as he watched the simple touches; watching as Shuichi mouth latched onto one of Ryuichi's rosebud colored nipples, and judging by the muscle toning in his face, he was licking and sucking the bud. Ryuichi's fingers dug into Shuichi's hair, pulling strands and clingingly close to his head, before allowing Shuichi to pull away where they shared yet another heated kiss.

 

Propping himself against the back wall, where the door hid any entering figures, Tohma watched in shock as Shuichi slid to the floor in front of Ryuichi, his lips pressing to the shaved skin of Ryuichi's hard cock. His mouth brushed against Ryuichi's stiffened shaft, leaving butterfly kisses with his eyelashes and causing the Nittle Grasper vocalist to throw his head back in a loud moan. Shuichi's gaze met Ryuichi's as his mouth enveloped the chestnut haired man's tip. Shuichi's lavender eyes closed as he began to suck the head, his fingers brushing Ryuichi's thigh.

 

In fascination (and slight disgust), Tohma's body went on autopilot, his fingers brushing through his hair, pushing the strands back as if he was very nervous of the situation. In truth, he wanted to speak up, but his voice locked and refused to work. Ryuichi's voice cried out, and Tohma looked up again from where his eyes had been on the floor, staring at Ryuichi's laid-back body. The vocalist had his legs wrapped around Shuichi's shoulders, thrusting his shaft in the boy's mouth as chestnut hair fell back against the couch. Deep moans filled the unusually quiet room; soon Ryuichi's breath hitched causing Tohma's to do so as well.

 

Gazing at Ryuichi's face, Tohma felt his own face warm up, his cock harden. It was Ryuichi's game face, all right. The game face in the middle of passion. A red blush glazed his cheeks, sweat meeting along their fall down his chin. His nipples were perked and ready and his cock at full attention as Shuichi let go, breathing light puffs of air on the sensitive flesh. Ryuichi's hands rubbed Shuichi's head, easing the younger singer down again.

 

The president of NG caught his hand, realizing he had already started to fondle himself. Shaking his head, Tohma reminded himself that he did not think any of this was arousing. Hell, he shouldn't even be watching this! Preparing to walk over and scare the orgasm out of both of them, he was stopped as a breathless moan filled the room as Ryuichi came, pushing Shuichi's head against his releasing erection. It didn't seem Shuichi was fighting it either. His cheeks would bulge some before thinning again, showing he was swallowing the streams of sperm without problem. Tohma wasn't sure to be impressed or be sickened by the act. Shuichi stared up; his lavender eyes seemed much darker - almost a violet - with lust.

 

Both vocalists leaned in for another kiss and Tohma felt the embarrassment drain from his cheeks, turning them paler than usual. He wasn't more shocked when Shuichi straddled the idol vocalist, and Ryuichi's arms wrapped around the boy's petite waist, pulling them together as they came into a fierce battle of dominance. Ryuichi's hands were playing with Shuichi's pants, brushing at the hidden skin beneath the blue jean slacks.

 

Unsure of what he was seeing, Tohma watched as one of Ryuichi's hands rested between the two and Shuichi's head threw back in a moan. Tohma became very understanding of what was going on when he watched Shuichi's lower waist lift, very slightly at first, off Ryuichi's lap and the tight blue jeans fall enough to show the skin of BAD LUCK's vocalist's firm rear end.

 

Inch by inch, Shuichi's trousers fell, revealing his tone bottom that seemed so much like cream that had never been affected by the sun's rays. Tohma felt his mouth begin to water as Ryuichi's lips pressed against the arch of Shuichi's neck and shoulder blades, his pink tongue darting out to lick at the sweat-glistened skin. The pink haired boy let out a mew, his head falling back, his eyes closed. His lips never closed fully, and remained a pleasant `o', widening every so often with more pleasant mewing moans. The movement of Shuichi's body gave Tohma better view of Ryuichi's penetrating fingers inside the younger male's slender body.

 

“Ryu…” The boy's fingers were grasping onto Ryuichi's shoulders, pulling both of their warm bodies close to one another - no longer could Tohma see the boy's pleasure-filled face. It was a minor disappointment, in the keyboardist's eyes. Though he could still hear those soft moans coming from Shuichi, he could no longer see that concentrating face of this small boy. One of the few rivals for Eiri's affection. “Ryu-!” Shuichi's head fell back again. Tohma could see on the boy's creamy face, a pink blush covering both cheeks and the boy's small nose. Half-lidded eyes stared blankly at the door that Tohma still, just barely, hided behind. To be honest, the keyboardist wondered if those eyes filled with lust could see him, as they seemed so able to do at that moment. Tohma shuddered faintly as he heard small gasp escape Shuichi's mouth, and yet he had heard nothing from Ryuichi as of yet.

 

Sharp ears picked up the sound of moving clothing, the couch seemed to make soft noises of having more weight pressed upon it, and Tohma leaned further against the wall, wondering how much more his body could take just watching. His breathing was no longer normal, but had become ragged. His hands, which had lost full connection with his brain, were inside his own suit trousers, cupping his swollen cock. He wanted to groan so badly, but he bit his tongue not to - just so he could see how far the two singers would go.

 

Once more, he glanced into the room, taking in the two supposed-innocent singers appearances. Shuichi was sprawled out on the couch, again. His pants were hanging off the ankles of his right leg, which happened to be hitched over the top of the couch. Between his legs was Ryuichi. The thirty-two-year-old man was sucking at Shuichi's hardened erection with his mouth. Shuichi's small hands were in fists, clutching the armrest of the couch, nails clawing the material in frustration.

 

To be truthful, Tohma was more than aware that Ryuichi had no gag reflex, and he knew just how much said singer could take down his throat before being uncomfortable. Not that he and Ryuichi had ever taken each other in their mouths - they were just friends with no benefits out of the deal! Tohma just knew that Ryuichi was not as sexually innocent as people thought and because of Ryuichi's mouth during their teenage years, Tohma knew his ears weren't virgins at all.

 

Glancing back at the two, the blond got a further view of what was to come - in more ways than one. Ryuichi's lips slid up to the tip of Shuichi's cock, and one of Shuichi's hands flew from the arm of the couch and clutched hold of Ryuichi's head. The bubblegum haired boy's back arched entirely off the couch and he screamed to the heavens at his completion, all the while Ryuichi sucked him dry.

 

When Ryuichi let go of Shuichi's limp shaft, both vocalists' mouths met in another heated battle - surprising Tohma that Shuichi didn't find it a little bit disgusting to taste himself. The two slowly pulled away from the heated kiss, both flushed and panting heavily, both looked next to completed - but Tohma knew it was far from over. Ryuichi still had not come yet again. Shuichi's leg, which was once on the back of the couch, now draped over Ryuichi's shoulders, his right hand, that had once been in Ryuichi's hair, now rested on the older singer's face, brushing the smooth skin tenderly, and whispering so quietly that - surprisingly - Tohma could not hear him. To be honest, Tohma had sworn that it was impossible for any singer to have an `indoor' voice.

 

A smile fell upon Ryuichi's lips, smoothing his face out. His fingers cupped Shuichi's chin, sliding against the rose petal lips that seemed moist, even a darker red than need be, before pressing into the moist cavern. Shuichi moaned, his hand cupping Ryuichi's palm and sucked on the fingers. From a distance, Tohma could see Shuichi's pink tongue dart along the long, slender digits, wetting them and kissing the tips with great precision that had Ryuichi moaning, and Tohma squeezing his hard shaft, trying to relieve some tension. A sudden groan made Tohma stare up again, and just in time no less.

 

Shuichi's legs, which were already spread before, were spread wider, giving a great view of Shuichi perky little ass. Tohma's thumb brushed gently against the skin of both globes that hid Shuichi's puckered entrance, and Tohma's eyes widened as he watched Ryuichi's saliva-wet finger press into Shuichi, stretching the boy. The president's own fingers brushed lightly against his own swollen cock, bringing the hard appendage out of the constricting pants further. The only thought of common sense that remained was telling him he shouldn't be doing this. It had not occurred to him as of yet that neither of the vocalists should be doing this nor that Shuichi was still in a relationship with Eiri. All he could see was Shuichi's pink blushed face thrown back, his lips wide open as he moaned and begged Ryuichi to take him and before long Ryuichi complied with that demand.

 

The Nittle Grasper vocalist slammed himself inside his predecessor's body, and both moaned in bliss. Tohma's hand worked feverishly at trying to remove the ache that was building up in his lower abdomen and he bit back a moan that wanted so badly to come. He knew it wouldn't be as pretty as the two before him, groaning in pleasure. Both sounded like Angles, even though doing devilish deeds. Tohma scrunched his eyes nearly closed, but through his long eyelashes, he could see both men on the couch, thrusting and panting. Just seeking climax in a way that many people rarely saw in their lives. One of Shuichi's hands were scrapping the fine interior of the couch, as the other was jacking himself off at the same rhythm (as Tohma could tell) that Tohma was going. Ryuichi's game face was even more flushed than it had been earlier, and was screwed into concentration at achieving his end of the deal. Shuichi's back arched off the couch, just as Tohma's hips arched in an angle into his hand, and both came simultaneously. Ryuichi groaned again as he slammed further into Shuichi, before he threw his own head back as he came.

 

Tohma took a deep breath, using his dry hand to brush traces of cum off his pants before sliding his wet and sticky hand in the pant's pocket. With some sense regained, he quickly opened the door, unnoticed, and snuck out of the meeting room and returned, in a daze, back to his office. He sat there, quietly, replaying all that he had seen in his head repeatedly before his flimsy hands picked up his phone and dialed up a memorized number.

 

After three rings, Eiri picked up the phone. He didn't seem amused at all that Tohma had called, but was curious as to why the man did since neither of their paths needed crossing…until today that was. “Hello, Eiri-san. I'm sorry to not call so often anymore,” he smiled as Eiri muttered he hadn't noticed. “No, don't hang up. I want to talk to you for a second, Eiri-san. It's about Shuichi and…Ryuichi.” He heard nothing come from the novelist, so Tohma decided it gave him the go ahead to continue talking. “I saw them today, fornicating, in my meeting room. I just thought it'd be best to tell you now, instead of you finding out much later, the hard way.” He leaned forward, his dry hand using wipes to clean the sticky residue and lint off his other hand. Eiri was still silent, and Tohma wondered if he should come over and see if his Darling Brother-in-law was okay. Finally, Eiri spoke.

 

“I was aware that they were going at it like bunnies. I didn't think they were as bold as to fuck at work, but Ryuichi seems to be insatiable when he wants to be. But I wouldn't be too worried about it, I'll tell them to be more careful when they get home.”

 

Eiri hung up, and Tohma stared blankly at the phone, translating the novelist's words until it finally reached his brain. Eiri knew. He knew what Shuichi and Ryuichi were doing. Which meant this wasn't the first time. Meaning, Eiri was in on whatever was going on! Tohma grabbed his coat, deciding that it was a long enough day. Besides, he had to make sure his brother-in-law understood the seriousness of what was going on.

 

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